All of us gathered for lunch. I already took a lot of photos and had so much fun to the point that I think the SD card was full. There are so many precious moments for me and so I took each and every one of them. Inikot ko ‘yung buong village, the area where there is an on-going medical mission, those who are preparing for food. All of them smiled and posed whenever I came near them. They give it their best expressions – the volunteers, the children, the elderly. Chris’ eyes never left mine. After taking a picture of them while cooking, his eyes started following me. It’s weird but I neglected him because I am really in a good mood. It’s past twelve when Chris called us and announced that the food was ready. Just like yesterday, the food is placed on the banana leaves. Since everyone would eat, they prepared four long tables so we could all eat together. I gave back the camera to Anthony, “send them to me, please.” He agreed and asked where he can access me online. I gave him my d
I cannot remember when was the last time that I felt so proud of myself. No matter how many medals, certificates, and ribbons were given to me I felt like it was just an enough payment because I did a hard work to attain those. My parents were telling me that they are proud of me because of that, to the point that one day it got me thinking that, “what if one day I won’t receive any medals, certificates, or ribbons, anymore. Are they still going to be proud of me?” Because no matter how many awards were given to me, I was never proud of myself. I did not receive any direct answers from them since I did not ask them. I kept it to myself but their actions screamed the answer. Chris was just staring at me, giving me the odd feeling again that I cannot expound. Siya na ang naunang bumitaw ng tingin, “it’s late. You’ll be demonstrating how to do it tomorrow so you have to rest.” I nodded. He’s right. Although I cannot feel any weariness, my eyes are already heavy. Pakiramdam ko’y wala pa
It was surprising how I survived two days with less thoughts of taking my own life. Maybe because I am too distracted to even think about myself right now. As I see the lights that we made I feel like crying. As if every piece of bottle shares a fragment of me, leaving it here as a great memory. “I love seeing your genuine smiles. I love hearing your laughter.” I pretended that I did not hear what Chris said and just looked at Datu Mansod who was dancing while the villagers were all chanting. The night continues to be better. The group of children that I took a bath earlier pulled me to dance. “Tara na ate. Ang ganda ng mga ngiti mo sa bawat indak ng sayaw.” I laughed with their deep words. And so the dancing continues. When it was almost midnight, everyone was starting to arrange the things that they used. The children were already in the houses, taking a rest. All that remained were Chris and I and the other elderly along with Datu Mansod. “Ramdam ko ang bigat at kaguluhan ng
It’s raining cats and dogs. As in almost zero visibility. Chris and I had to stay inside the van and decided not to go on the road because it would be really dangerous. We can hear the heavy pouring even though we are inside the van. The rain made me feel nostalgic, as usual. It sent me different emotions. I looked at my reflection on the van's window. My hair has successfully turned green. It suits me just like how good I look at my white blonde hair. Well the color does not look as green as the moses but lighter than the color of the bermuda grasses. Masyadong madami na ang naging tulog ko kanina kaya hindi na ako makatulog pa. The rain is another factor. I feel uneasy. Chris is cooking a sweet chocolate rice porridge to warm our stomachs. I just watched him as he cooked while I was sitting near the window paying more attention to the rain than his movements. The downpour was so sudden. Right after Chris rinsed my hair, the sky started to darkened, the wind became more cold. H
To hear someone’s laughter in the morning is pleasing to the ears. I thought Chris would throw deadly glares on me because I took a picture of him without his consent, but he just laughed. And so, to hear someone’s laughter in the morning is pleasing to the ears, if the person’s laughter is genuine, sweet, or maybe just because of the person itself. So, no matter how bad the days are, their laughter is a stress reliever. I am not sure why I thought of it that way. Instead of being mad, he even posed for the camera and teased me, “I know I look handsome even on candid shots.” He said, being full of himself. I couldn’t disagree, he definitely looks good from every angle. But I won’t admit that to him. “No, I am just a good photographer so I am taking pictures of you from the right angle, so you’ll look great.” Now I am the one who’s smirking at him. He threw a pillow on me but I dodged it instantly. Chris and I ate the remaining sweet chocolate rice porridge. The rain stopped by
I never thought that one day I would be able to cut my hair, dye it, or have a tattoo. I never thought it would really happen because I know that I am not allowed to do it. My mom would be outrageous, she may lock me up in a room, hit me, or anything worse that I can’t imagine anymore. I did not show Chris how excited I am. But deep inside, I already know what tattoo I will put and where I will ask it to be put. I stayed quiet. From broad daylight to red orange sky, we watched it turn dark. We’re still on the road. It’s traffic, almost nighttime, I am bored, I even asked a lot of times how long will the ride really be. Madami naman tattoo parlor, pero ang layo ng nilalakbay namin. Maghapon nang nagdadrive si Chris, he looks tired but due to the traffic he is able to rest a little bit. He turned on the radio and a familiar song was playing. Elisi from a local band called Rivermaya, my favorite artists. I wanted to sleep but I can’t, masyadong naging masarap ang tulog ko kanina
"It’s done,” Chris said as he removed the gloves and wiped the finished tattoo. As he asked a while ago the meaning behind the tattoo, I did not answer – just to piss him off and show him I could be mysterious as hell too. The anchor did not symbolize strength for me to stand against and be strong on the surge of problems, rather, it signifies to stay still for me. To just wait and see whatever happens in this storm, in this chaos, to be just stagnant. Effed up as it may seem but what else could I do in this mentality of mine? I’m tired sailing across only to find an endless sea. Chris made the anchor look a lot better than the first time he drew it on paper, it’s simple, clear, and just sits perfectly on my arms. He’s a bit of an artist, incredibly rich, and just a person who knows a lot of things and a lot of places. Chris is just sitting in front of me looking at the tattoo of mine that he did, “what? Do you want one too? Maybe I could put one on you too?” I asked with sarcasm
The people did not bother us. It’s not hard to convince Chris to help me clean up the whole place. We started from one side, stacking the stuff on the other side and then started wiping off the dust and sweeping the floor. Since we have a broom, dust pan, and feather duster, in the camper van, it was easy. It was a surprise for most people that are coming inside, they are even asking if they should just go back later on if they would be an inconvenience for us but we said no of course. “Take it over there,” turo kay Chris. He’s lifting all the objects while I am sweeping the floor and dusting everything. We’ve found even more strange objects like an ancient compass, a bone of something, corkscrew, and even dentures. It’s kinda gross but it made me laugh at how weird people really are. Later on a child came near us, wanting to lend a hand. “My mom told me it would be easier for someone’s work to be done if there are many people helping.” She has a sweet voice, has cute chubby cheeks
Congratulations if you come to this point! You reached the end but this is also a new beginning of something wonderful that is yet to come! Written below is the list of the links where I got some of the information, trivia, and concepts that are part of the book. GLOWWORMS: > https://www.realnz.com/en/blog/glow-worms-facts/ CORPSE BRIDE: >https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corpse_Bride LITERS OF LIGHT: > https://www.instructables.com/Day-and-Night-Time-Lighting-for-Developing-Communi/ > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQCHvO2H0_0 ABOUT ECLIPSES: > https://www.space.com/15584-solar-eclipses.html > https://www.britannica.com/science/eclipse/The-frequency-of-solar-and-lunar-eclipses BUTTERFLY EFFECT: >https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_effect STRAWBERRY FACTS: > https://blog.aghires.com/25-strawberry-fun-facts/ > https://hortnews.extension.iastate.edu/faq/what-are-differences-between-different-types-strawberries WEAVING: >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8qvz93B_2c ABO
This trip is getting more weird, exciting, and mysterious. Starting from when we reached the village at Cinderella and the time that we reached Auradon. It’s just that Chris and I kept tracing the mystery people who have the same names as us. Another thing is the pictures that we’re at the village in Cinderella. Those old photos that almost faded, they said that it is someone named Leira and Chris who traveled there along with volunteers who used to help them. Leira told them about the liters of light which they still use until now. There is one photo that caught my attention, the one who resembles Chris a lot which was named Chris too. The man is shirtless and he is holding an axe. According to them they were all shocked when they saw us. They thought that it was too impossible for us to retain our young features that well and there is no such thing as incantations and magic that could do that. “Chris? What do you think about all these coincidences? The names of those two travele
My plan after graduating is to look for a job while working at the cafe that Patricia and I started. It would be as simple as that. If given a chance, I would want to come to my mom’s medical missions in the remote areas of Disney Republic, to help her and the residents that we would encounter with the degree that I’ve finished. Probably propose efficient interior house designs and then coordinate with different engineers and architects, find a funder for the project, and implement it. Mom and Dad loved the idea. But it was a too generalized plan and I have to narrow it down. I have to blend in with the locals and make sure they would love the design that I would propose as it is still a reflection of their culture. But for now, I will be away for a month. “You okay?” Chris asked as he held my hand and gently squeezed it. “Yeah. A bit excited actually.” I told him. Today is the first day that we will travel. He asked for my parents permission even after graduation, that’s why they
The days passed by quickly. And just like how our lives move at a fast-pace, Chris has been hitting on me expeditiously. It’s seems like yesterday since he thought that I was going to kill myself at the pumpkin bridge but it was already three weeks ago. And that three weeks had been eventful. Of course I consulted my best friend by that time and I’ve got Chris’ note on my note app. I screamed so loud that night and muffled it all by hugging my pillow since I don’t want to wake up my parents. Patricia was screaming with me. She said that I should just wait a bit – like for an hour before responding to Chris, “so that you won’t be too obvious!” She reasoned out. And I followed her because she’s my best friend and she’s my great advisor when it comes to theses things But this one is really different. Surely I had crushes and the feelings got reciprocated but I don’t go any further than that. It’s like I am looking for something else and I am waiting for it to come, for it to be found on
Chris chuckled at me, he said that his mom loves old and odd names that’s why his name is Crisostomo and his sister is named Odessa. “It’s not that weird though. My name is just the backwards spelling of Ariel, since my mom and dad met there.” I explained with a smile. After I was born at Ariel my mom and dad decided to live here in Cinderella. I grew up here with my neighbor and best friend Patricia. I had the best life with my caring parents, understanding friends, and living my life to the fullest ever since. I didn’t know what I did to deserve this kind of life but I am grateful for the life I have now. I believe my parents made me become who I am right now and all these are the product of my everyday choices in life. Chris stopped walking when we got near Octavius Subdivision, “you’re living near here?” I nodded, “then we’re just one subdivision away! I just moved here recently.” He was surprised and even told me that he’s happy he chose that subdivision. My brows raised, “you’
I walked straight to my favorite eatery that resides at the end of the pumpkin bridge. Gosh! Tita Q must have been waiting for me. I had to go to Patricia to bring her the gifts from our family outing. And there I spend a little too much time at Patricia’s house. Patricia was so happy, contemplating how the hell am I able to go out on an outing when it is our final week and we would be graduating in less than a month from now. I went inside the eatery. Like usual, there were lots of people that were eating and everyone was enjoying their meals. Tita Q greeted me with a tight hug, “saan ka ba nanggaling na bata ka?” She held my hand and pulled me to a seat. “I prepared your take-outs na. Hindi ka ba kakain muna dito?” Tita Q is one of the best women I know, aside from Patricia and my mother. She has two kids which she raises alone but she’s great at doing that. She focuses on her children and hands-on with them even when she has to handle the eatery alone. When it is my free-time –
Leira is the kindest girl I have ever known. Although she says otherwise, I could see her heart that isn’t selfish. By the time we were at the village, I felt that it was the real her. She had become her true self. She teaches children, she lets me court her, she communicates with us, and shares her life. I was able to see her carefree self again and swear, everytime she let people in her life and connect with them – I feel more so happy. I haven’t felt this happy and proud just because of someone’s happiness. Then we had to leave and face the problem we left. I had a bad feeling because of the storm. I didn’t wanna leave the village and if possible that we could just stay there – we would. But I know Leira, as kind as she is – she wanted to face the mess that the other Chris had made. The storm intensified my bad feeling. More when we have to find Dr. Carval and Levy only to find Dr. Carval and his lab alone. She even did a great sacrifice of pushing me away to burn down the lab.
Seeing her in this situation has brought so much emotion to me. It was more than just a dream. She’s here. In the middle of darkness was her soul, standing in front of me. I don’t know what to say. My tongue got tied. As I let go of the hug, I didn’t know why she told me to just forget her. Unlike me, she doesn’t seem happy. She just stood in front of me. She wore the same dress on the day she died. Her body is glowing – emitting a blinding light – but I don’t care as long as I can see her. “Leira?” With a confused look, I asked her. I wanted to get near her again but she didn’t let me. Although her body appears like a soul, I was able to touch her. It feels like a dream to see her – the real her. “Let me go, Chris.” She’s pleading. Her voice had become that sweet voice that I could hear of everytime we would have an argument and she would use that mellifluous voice in order to deceive me and get whatever she wanted. I looked at her, wanting to talk with her. Like how she is,
Fvck him! I don’t need saving but he’s proving to me that I do – that I just cannot admit it to myself but everything about me screams for a six feet under help. “Are you listening?” He told me about his plan. My father contacted him a while ago. He’s now with Dr. Carval and Andrei. They were trying to see if the other Chris was gone. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” I shook my head as if he could see me. “Leira…” His voice is pleading for me to answer. “Yes.” From all the shouting and what I told my father, I felt like my throat was now dry and I couldn’t speak anymore. My father wanted to meet Chris so he could exchange my freedom for Dr. Carval. I said no to Chris. That Dr. Carval’s life is more important than mine. But he told me that life is equally important for all, I wanted to rebut and told him that our case is different. “Hush. Just listen to me. Everything will be alright. You’d be free – the freedom you wanted. And I would witness that.’’ I felt him smiling at me